>Go to the nearest telephone cell; call a cab, go to the airport, move to cuba.
This, but don't call a cab. Rather knock on the window of the car, and ask the person inside, can he take us to the airport.
You knock on the door of the cab, and see the figure inside quickly scramble up, and someone else scramble up from underneath him. After a few seconds the window opens, revealing a messy man with ruffled hair, and a rather disgruntled look upon his face. You also notice a blonde woman behind him.
"Would you mind taking me to the airport?", you ask politely.
"In case you can't see, I'm slightly busy here." He replies, before closing the window and getting back into the position he was previously in.
>Knock on the door of your neighbour's house, ask if they have experienced similar problems (lack of power, etc)
You run over to the neighbours house, and knock on the red front door. After waiting for a while you come to the conclusion that no one is in.
>head back into your house, gather possesions (money, mobile phone, passport, etc), and anything incriminating.
You quickly burst into your house, before running upstairs and gatghering your possessions. In the corner is your computer, you consider backing everything up to an external drive but then remember how much you are overreacting to a power cut.
>"I remember going abroad once - I went to euro disney. There was almost a spot of trouble with the gendarmes, but I got out of it. They didn't realise that I had been taking the mickey. (Oh, I should be writing these down...)
You think this to yourself as you consider going somewhere cool, and sliently chuckle.
Realize you're not a hacker, but a cracker script kiddie. Hackers are cool, and clime is not cool.
You take a moment to mull this over, before coming to the conclusion that you are a pretty damn awesome hacker. After all, you can hack the Bank of England.
Inventory:
> Passport
> Wallet (£50, credit card)
> Mobile phone (High battery, no credit)
> Lighter
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